I get depressed every time I go to Europe. Shitty little uncomfortable cars--except for the fat cats you don't admit having who can afford the big Mercs or Bimmers; pale, greenish lighting in hotels, where you have like six inches between the bed and the walls, all sorts of stupid rules to virtue signal your love for the environment while China and India pollute the world, crappy air quality while America enjoys the best in the world, military impotence and foreign policy irrelevance, and bad teeth.

I will admit you bake good bread, though.